Cruel Summer
The sun streamed into the lounge through the Patio doors, lighting up the dark room until it shone over Lily Evans' face, making her eyelids flutter open. She groaned at the rude awakening and tried to turn over with much less success. She couldn't comprehend why she could hardly move until her thoughts flew back to last night.
Slept on the sofa. Okay, not in a straitjacket thank god!
Lily blinked again and tried to focus her tired eyes on something solid, the room slightly swaying as she did. She looked over to the large Grandfather Clock that sat on the other side of the room, watching the second hand tick by and quickly reassuring herself that it wasn't the hour hand that was moving fast.
What the hell did I drink last night?
The old clock said 9 hours and 25 minutes and Lily moaned at how early it was to wake up from a night out. Damning the sun rising over the tall trees in her back garden, she attempted to get up and swing her legs around to rest her feet on the soft carpet. Feeling only a slight twinge of a headache, she stood up and adjusted her clothes that had crumpled up as she slept.
She looked at her shoes that laid haphazardly on the floor as she walked past them into the kitchen. The kitchen was also very light as the sun shone into it, and she mumbled how awful she must look in the glare.
Lily opened the kitchen cupboard to get the Special K, made her breakfast and sat at the large oak table. Deciding to have a quick shower after eating, she quietly made her way up the stairs into the bathroom.
The large room was warm as she undressed quickly, throwing the transfigured clothes onto the floor and turning the shower to hot. Stepping inside, she revelled in the hot water pulsing against her back. Lily closed her eyes and moved her head under the jets, making her hair wet and turning the colour a dark red.
Mmm, I'd stay here forever if the hot water wouldn't run out.
Massaging the cherry smelling shampoo into her hair, Lily thought about last night.
`What was the matter with him?' she thought to herself.
She didn't know the answer.
Rinsing the shampoo from her hair, she reached for her fluffy, blue towel and wrapped it around herself. She brushed her teeth at the sink and walked from the bathroom, and into her own room.
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What the fuck am I gonna do?
James laid on top of his bed trying to find a rational explanation for the object of his desire. He was driving himself crazy thinking about this, not wanting to believe that this was actually happening to him. He was coming up with stupid excuses and annoying himself even more with not being able to find a good one.
`Maybe she put a spell on me?' he thought.
What? How lame is that?!?
`Well, why do I want her then?'
I dunno! I'm just the voice in your head!
James sighed in exasperation and pressed his head into the soft pillow. How stupid was this? Lily hated him with a vengeance, there's no way that she'd even consider considering about it. He closed his eyes firmly and breathed out.
`Why can't I stop thinking about her?'
Because you like it.
`No I don't!'
Yeah you do! Just give in, you know you want to.
James thought about giving into the feelings for her. Part of him wanted it desperately, needed it like his body needed air, but the other percentage was pulling away ferociously, not wanting to stop to listen to reason. He felt torn between these two intense emotions, his body being pulled in two directions, but his mind stationary, trying wildly to decide which way to go.
You want her, there's no way you can deny that. She's just like forbidden fruit…just waiting to be plucked.
James stayed silent and listened to the voice, whose ideas were suddenly becoming extremely appealing.
Remember what she looked like when she was dancing? How her body moved in those tight clothes? When you wanted to tear them away from her? She was so sexy; you could've taken her right there. Right on the dance floor, pressed up against the wall. So sweet.
James sighed in arousal, and closed his eyes at the mental picture of her, joined with him, moving together as one. Her soft neck arched as he took her, kissing it delicately as she moaned and whimpered in his ear.
`Oh god,' he whispered.
Go on…pretend it's her.
James swallowed and slowly moved his hand under his shirt, gently playing his fingers across his stomach. Sliding his touch over the waistband of his black boxer shorts, he moved his hands under it. He was already hard as he ran his fingers over his length gently, imagining. His cock jumped quickly as he caressed his fingertips over the tip, then stroking down to the base, softly stroking his balls.
James gritted his teeth and kept his eyes firmly shut at the sensations. He could feel her, smell her, hear her moaning next to him.
Oh fuck Lil.
He gulped at the vivid images his brain was creating. Pressed his head deep into the soft feather pillow, feeling her hand as his, stroking him, whispering in his ear, torturing him with the scenes she would play out with him. He could feel her delicate butterfly kisses, grazing the skin at the base of his neck. Felt her lips tease his senses, gently intertwining the sound of his name into the kisses that fluttered over his body.
The grip on his hard manhood increased as he felt the desire to be inside her intensified. James found himself slowly rocking into his hand, the image of it being her flooding his brain, and her name as breathy moans, escaping his lips.
James licked his lips briefly, tasting her on the air. She submerged him under an invisible embrace, her scent acting as her form, and James was sure she was there, with him, guiding him.
Mmm, Lily…god, I want you.
His mind was full of her, not a shard of his brain conflicting against his current actions. James caresses deepened more, his hand slightly sticky with pre-cum, making the images of her sheathing him seem more real. Wetness enveloping him, moving around him; an intensity of clenching and convulsing. Moaning and whimpering, interlacing his name with her rapture. James could feel her digging her fingernails into the supple skin of his shoulders, the pleasure overriding the pain and sending his mind into oblivion.
`Lil…oh baby…uh yeah.'
James grasped his throbbing cock, rubbing the sensitive skin firmly and gasping in time to the rhythm of his thrusts. Pushing into his wet palm; brushing the tip continuously, and whimpering at the contact.
The thoughts replayed in his mind; her swaying to the music in the club, the way she moved, her fiery temper.
James wanted it all.
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Lily dressed quickly into a small denim skirt with a light blue turtle-neck sweater. She only applied a small amount of make-up and a bit of clear lip gloss; wanting the casual look. Quickly checking herself over in the small mirror, she realised she hadn't seen Petunia that morning. This was quite strange for Lily, as Petunia was usually the first one in the household up, giving her sister the advantage of ridiculing Lily's bed hair when she came down for breakfast.
Fastening her silver Muggle bracelet that her parents had given her for becoming Hogwarts' Head Girl, she walked out of her bedroom and walked down the hall and knocked on Petunias door. Not hearing her sisters' evil scorn, she knocked a bit louder…but still there was no answer.
`Petunia?'
Lily sighed, `Petunia, I'm coming in.'
Lily reached for the handle, turned it and pushed the door open. The room was empty. She looked around her sisters' obsessively neat bedroom, becoming slightly worried at her absence. Lily stepped inside and walked towards the large chest of drawers in the corner. Some of the drawers were open and stripped bare.
What is going on?
Lily frowned and checked the cupboard. The clothes inside were also gone except for a couple of things that she was too old for. Her mind whirring into action, she strode over to the bed and got down onto her knees, pulling the valance sheet up and looking under the bed frame.
The suitcase was gone.
What the hell…?
Lily sat up and paused. Where had Petunia gone? She stood up again and gazed around the vacant room, biting her lip.
Mum's gonna kill me, she told me to look after the house while she was at work but I completely forgot about the sister!
Lily walked over to the vanity table near the door and looked at Petunia's things. Make up that had never been used lay neatly, perpendicular to the edge of the desk, and brushes that hadn't got a single hair in, lay next to it.
Anger began to lace the worry, `Stupid bitch!'
Lily turned around and surveyed the room again; her eyes became drawn to the little bedside table. A small, folded piece of paper lay propped up against the little, pink light, next to the clear glass that her sister would religiously fill with water before bed.
She walked to the table and picked up the paper. On the front, `Lily' was written in Petunia's usual scrawl. Lily unfolded the note quickly and started to read…
`Lily,
I have decided to leave the house for the time whilst Mother and Father are at work. Also, if the family persists in keeping another wizard in the house, I will not return until the matter has been amended. I will be staying with my friends so I would be much obliged if you didn't try to do anything about it. Additionally, I was very disconcerted in finding several male wizards in my own house the other day, and will make sure that Mother and Father will know everything about the subject.
Cordially,
Petunia Evans'
Lily was stunned. How dare her sister just run away and leave her?
For God sake, what is wrong with my life?
She screwed the piece of paper up in rage and chucked it into the small waste-paper basket next to the door. She realised she was stuck with James on her own and groaned inwardly. She could just stand it when she thought she had back up but now…now she'd probably kill herself.
`Or him,' she mused with a grin.
What Sirius decides to come over and they manage to wreck the house? Oh my god, Mum's gonna kill me if something happens to it! Nah, if that happens, I'll just go ahead with my suicide plan.
Lily laughed at herself and walked towards the door. She would just have to accept this, her parents would be back from work soon and then they could deal with her stupid sister in their own way. She opened the door and stepped out, closing it carefully behind her. Lily looked at the door that was adjacent to Petunia's.
God, is he still asleep? Lazy git!
She walked up to the bedroom door quietly and pressed her ear to the wood, listening for sounds of movement. Lily couldn't hear a thing and she frowned. Just as she was about to pull away and curse him of being an idle slob, she heard a sound.
What was that?
It sounded faintly of a gasp and she listened harder. It happened again. Lily pulled her ear away and frowned, trying to identify it. Then the idea struck her.
He's having a dream.
Lily laughed to herself, `Aww is poor little Jamesie having a nightmare?'
She covered her mouth, trying to stifle a laugh that threatened to spill over her lips.
This I gotta see!
Lily reached for the door handle and turned it, careful not to wake him up. Turning it as far as it would go; she started to push the door even more carefully, until it started to shift backwards. She did it gradually; making sure no sound was heard from the movements. Lily pushed it open a couple of inches and moved her gaze until she could view his bed perfectly.
What she saw shocked into a state of disbelief and immobilised her ability to move.
James was laying on his bed, rubbing himself vigorously and moaning in ecstasy. All Lily found she could do was watch in a stunned haze. He was groaning loud as he caressed his hard cock and mumbling things that were unintelligible to Lily's ears.
Oh My God! Why am I watching this? I can't move!
`Mmm, yeah.'
James was rocking his hips hard against his hand, pumping it in a rhythm that matched his soft whimpers. She watched, as the muscles in his legs and stomach clenched and relaxed in the same time as his thrusts. His movements were fast and unpredictable, just wanting to sate this obvious hunger inside him. Wanting the sweet release that only his erotic actions could satisfy.
Lily was shocked to find herself breathing erratically. She felt that the room was becoming hotter and her clothes were becoming more restricting. She gripped the door handle, her nails biting into the soft wood.
Oh god, I'm getting turned on by this!
James gasped loud, unravelling a euphoric coil of heat that passed through her body. She felt herself gasp and thought James would catch her but he continued in sating his desire.
Lily watched, captivated. She thought it was the most sexiest thing she'd seen in her life. She was revelling in James' pleasure, using it for herself, and God did it feel good. She could see the sheen of sweat over his chest and face, it looked delicious. Lily was a little shocked in thinking about James in this way, she knew that he was gorgeous, but everyone knew that. She also knew that he was insanely immature, which was why she found it hard to comprehend that this was him. Here.
Lying on the guest bed in her house…
Looking like an adult…
Looking so sexy…
Oh god, what am I doing?
Lily looked back at the Marauder, his moans becoming very frequent and his thrusts matching the same pace. A hot rush of wetness came from inside her as she realised he was about to…
`Mmm, I'm gonna come,' James whimpered to his imagination.
She watched as he pumped wildly and held the bed sheets in a white knuckle grip, swallowing continuously. Lily panted quietly, her legs threatening to give, and increasing her grasp on the doorframe.
James felt himself tighten; squeezing his eyes shut, then uncoiling rapidly.
`Uhhh, Lily!'
Lily watched James, constrict on the bed then shudder violently, hot come surging from his throbbing manhood and him moaning her name repeatedly as he did. She watched the thick, white fluid, cover his stomach and the bed sheets, and feeling a significant throb in between her legs. Hearing her name repeatedly on his lips in the throws of orgasm overwhelmed her completely. She didn't understand, couldn't understand. Was he attracted to her?
Well after that little performance, I don't think I'll have trouble answering that question.
Lily looked at James' exhausted form, lying on the covers, his come covering the middle section of his body. She frowned and shook the thoughts from her mind, watching his breathing even out again, the rise and fall of his chest becoming slower.
`I can't do this,' she thought glancing at him, his eyes closed and his sooty eyelashes lying against his flushed cheeks.
Lily moved backwards, catching the door and moving it suddenly.
The sound of carpet against wood sounded loudly in the now quiet room.
She cringed as she felt in slow motion, his hot gaze move towards the door.
James felt sick as he saw her standing there.
Watching him.
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